The ethereal voice was like a peal of thunder.
On the White Jade, whether it was the White Jade City Cultivators standing suspended in the air, or the Heaven's Chosen who came to ask the Dao, even the strong ones within the grand hall who had yet to appear, all eyes were on him alone at this moment.
In that grand hall towering amidst the clouds and mist, an invisible ripple spread out, and with a clang, a bell sound resounded through White Jade.
"A thousand years ago, the world was in chaos, demons roamed unchecked, and human cultivators were in endless strife. In the Great Li World, there were very few cultivators, and even fewer had profound cultivation. Most were groping forward blindly, with no one to pass down the teachings."
"Until later, among human cultivators, sects and noble families emerged like mushrooms after a rain. The Da Li Dynasty was established, and numerous academies and schools also appeared one after another."
